Se connecterEvren couldn’t explain it but every morning since his nightmares began he would wake up feeling better than he was supposed to—which was odd to the Omega.Evren wasn’t new to having nightmares, and it had always made him feel the absolute worst each morning after fighting a losing battle in his dream.Back in StoneRidge his nightmares had always left him crippled with anxiety and dread for things getting worse. And when his nightmares started again some days ago, Evren had expected to be in the absolute worst state.That first night after waking up mid-terror he had stayed up all night and only managed to fall asleep in the early morning.But every morning after that has been different. Even though Evren’s nightmare had gotten worse, the omega soon realised that instead of waking up in a cold sweat as usual he would wake up in the mornings feeling like he had one of the best sleeps of his life.On the third morning, Evren remembered fragments of his dream. He remembered somehow escapi
Evren’s nightmare started the way it always would. First it was the terrifying sound of a fist against wood. The one that always had him bolting upright from his sleep back in StoneRidge.And then came the receding sound of footsteps, the ones Evren always followed even though he knew better not to. But the haunting thing about Evren’s nightmare was the fact that omega had no control over his choices.Everything always happened in sequence, as if it were already programmed somewhere in his brain, and no matter how much Evren fought against it, all his nightmares ended the same way.When Evren made it out of the kitchen storage, the face that greeted him wasn’t Darren, nor was it Syil, Alpha Felix’s first son. It was a face Evren had gotten accustomed to in the past month, and it made no sense.Lachlan’s face stared back at Evren, a stretch of a smile on his lips and a warmth in his eyes. He reached for the Omega, and Evren followed. Somewhere in the distance, and in the disconnect of
Marisol and Zephyr had left Evren with his thoughts, and he’d spent all night pondering everything he’d learnt. Not that any of it made him feel better, because Lachlan had hurt him, and it didn’t really matter that it was what Evren had hoped for.The point was, their King, whom everyone thought was the best thing to ever happen to Evren, had inadvertently hurt the Omega. There was no way around that, was there?Still, Evren had to wonder if he’d gone too far with pushing Lachlan. If he should’ve just enjoyed the luxury and world he was being offered, even if that came with a multitude of uncertainties Evren couldn’t shake off and also the guilt of possibly disappointing his mother.Evren knew he couldn't continue in a state where he would never really come to know where he stood with the king. Their situation was one of a great disadvantage that worked greatly against Evren. Lachlan remained the one with the absolute power.How could Evren simply live as if that wasn’t a huge factor
“Excuse me?” Evren mumbled. What was that supposed to mean?Zephyr took a step from the corner he’d been standing in for hours since his arrival with Marisol.“You are not just another Omega gracing the king’s bed. If you were, the king would’ve discarded you the morning after he was done fucking you.”“Zephyr, don’t be craze,” Marisol cautioned.“He is not a kid, nor am I, and what’s wrong with him stating the obvious? Evren one knows the king fucks me.” Evren’s gaze flickered back to Zephyr. “Continue, tell me why you think being kept as a pet hole makes me so special.”Zephyr snorted, rolling his eyes at Evren in what could be considered a playful manner, but he continued. “The Lycan Crown is widely known for not forming attachments with anything or anyone, dead or alive. Even the servants walking this hall, he replaces them every five years. Except for a few like Marisol, he doesn’t keep her around because he’s attached, but because she’s useful for training others like me. When i
Lachlan hadn’t shown his face to Evren. It’s been days since that evening. Evren got the answer he wanted and the Lycan King had since made himself scarce.Evren wouldn’t begrudge the king, and he really couldn’t say what he’d expected of the king. Evren would want to believe that a man as powerful as Lachlan probably saw no wrong in his actions and would never admit his mistake or apologize.Did Evren want the King to apologize to him? Would that simply erase the hurt even though that was what Evren had pushed to happen?No.The answer was no. Evren didn’t expect an apology nor did he need one. The king wouldn’t even mean it. What was Evren to do with an apology anyway? It would change nothing. Nothing. And Evren was fine with that.He’s confined himself to his bedroom for the past five days. Not that he was instructed, but Evren had simply relegated himself to self-isolation.It was, for the most part, necessary because he needed a sit-down to sort out his thoughts and reminders of
His room hadn’t been enough to hold him and all the turmoil in his head, and Lachlan had escaped it into the woods behind the palace. He’d shifted and then run for hours through the forest with the intention of clearing his mind.The Lycan Alpha had hoped to stumble on a stray rogue to unleash the residue of his fury. Lachlan was tired of having this better with himself. And there was no doubt the more he questioned what was and what wasn’t, the more he might simply have more control.And Lachlan never wanted to hurt Evren again. The Omega had looked at Lachlan as if he wasn’t even there and that had troubled the king. He could still feel Evren’s pain and it troubled him.When Lachlan returned to the palace, he washed off the grime from his body, but even bathing hadn’t helped to cool him down. The Lycan king spent hours in his study staring at nothing while rummaging through every question and thought in his mind.One thing was certain. He hated hurting Evren, and he knew he had to f







